Youâre probably thinking âThis blog seems familiar but slightly differentâ and youâd be correct! The old pluviowriting (now @pluvpluvpluv thank u Em, ml) was a side blog. I wanted a real blog. Iâm still trying to figure out if Iâm gonna delete my fics from there and just repost them from scratch here or just reblog and call it a day. But weâll see.
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Series
Everything I Didn't Say - S.S. x f!OC, on hiatus
One Shots
Someone to Call Mine - G.W. x A.R. (f!Ravenclaw!OC)
Served Cold - G.W. x f!Ravenclaw!MC
Her Biggest Fan - beater!G.W. x f!Hufflepuff!seeker!MC
Catnap - O.G. x f!MC x S.S.
Study Break - S.S. x f!MC
Brain Break - S.S. x f!MC (sequel to Study Break, but either can be read alone)
Whatâs In a Name? - P.S. x f!MC
In the Eye of the Beholder - G.W. x f!OC [GWF 2024 fic]
Famous Last Words - G.W. x A.R. (f!Ravenclaw!OC) [GWF 2025 fic]
Word Count: 3.7k the longest fic I've ever written
Tags + Warnings: idiots in love but they don't know it yet, Garreth Weasley - potions master wannabe (affectionate), academic rivals, Some Banter, questionable potions logic I have never claimed to be a lore expert, possible explicit language but I don't think so?
Pairing: Garreth Weasley x f!Ravenclaw!OC (Adeline Redferne)
A/N: My submission for @garrethweasleyfest 2025!!! This one is going to contain two of my prompts because they just fit so well together. Iâm so excited to be writing for this fest again and I canât wait for GWF26.
Prompts Used: âItâll be fineâ + body swap
Garreth Weasley has invented a potion that allows two people to swap bodies. He just hasn't brewed it yet.
Adeline already regretted agreeing to Garrethâs plan. Professor Sharp had, for all intents and purposes, banned Garreth from being in the potions classroom outside of his required working hours and without the professorâs eagle eyed supervision.
Earlier that day in the library, the redhead had boasted about a new potion he had come up with - without a cauldron. Naturally, Adeline called him on it. The pair had bickered back and forth in potions since she first started Hogwarts in her fifth year.
âYou canât possibly create a potion without ever brewing it, Weasley! Itâs like saying you invented a spell without casting it. Without proof, all you have is an idea.â
âNot true. Iâve done all the research on the ingredients and their interactions. I can confidently say I can brew it first try without any issues. No explosions, foul smells, or anything that would draw Sharpâs attention.â He puffed out his chest as he elaborated on his previous statement.
There always needed to be a winner between Garreth and Adeline, so when she challenged him to put his galleons where his mouth was, he took her up on the dare. After hatching a plan, much to the chagrin of the other students trying to study at their table, the two shook on it. They were to meet at the potions storeroom after curfew; it was a trek for the both of them, but the Ravenclaw was used to sneaking around the castle at night. Instead of retiring to Ravenclaw Tower, she snuck out to the greenhouses so it would be a shorter trip once she was sure the professors had retired for the evening. It was also going to be really good for her ego if she beat Garreth to the meeting spot for his own plan.
Disappointment wasnât a strong enough word for how she felt when she made it to the hallway and already saw the storeroom door open. She peeked around after disillusioning herself to ensure it wasnât Sharp, and she was greeted by the sight of unruly red hair.
She didnât say anything until she started looking at the ingredients he had grabbed. They looked familiar and it was going to drive her mad if she couldnât figure it out. It finally hit her when she saw the boomslang skin.
âYou cheater!â She whisper-shouted at him, not wanting to be loud and draw the attention of an errant prefect, or worse, Peeves. âWhat are you going to do? Speed brew polyjuice?â
The Gryffindor let out an indignant scoff as he turned his head to look at her. His expression was all arrogance and there was a smug grin tugging at the corners of his lips.
âNo. It's a derivative of polyjuice, yes. However, Iâve been doing some calculations and with these adjustments, two people should be able to swap places with each other.â
Adeline made herself comfortable as she sat on the edge of a neighboring brewing station. She didnât offer to help Garreth, and he wouldnât ask for her help either. He had been so confident about this brew he had created, he wanted to be the only one to work on it and Addie could respect that. As much as they bumped heads and tried to outdo each other, they didnât steal each otherâs moments.
After what had to have been a few hours, Garreth finally called Adeline to the cauldron.
âNow, to ensure the swap will work, the potion needs a piece of each participant.â
âLike polyjuice needs part of the person you want to turn into,â Adeline commented with a nod.
She winced slightly as she plucked a few hairs from her own head and dropped them into the cauldron. Garreth seemed to stop and think for a moment before simply leaning over and spitting into the brew.
He filled two vials and handed one to Adeline, and this was when he saw the disgust and horror broadcasted on her face.
âItâll be fine,â Garreth scoffed as he all but shoved the vial into the Ravenclawâs hand.
Famous last words.
The pair swallowed down the mysterious potion, the sound of their distaste of the bitter brew bounced off the stone walls of the classroom. They waited half an hour for something â anything â to happen.Â
Time crawled as the students sat on the floor with their eyes trained on the clock above Sharpâs desk. Every few minutes, she felt the weight of Garrethâs stare; his determination and desperation made the air thick. The classroom was silent aside from the sound of their measured breaths. The last time Adeline could remember carrying this much tension, she had been brewing Draught of Living Death. Somehow, just waiting for Garrethâs brew to take effect was worse.
âItâs getting late, Garreth. If we stay out much later, itâll be harder to sneak back to our dorms.â
Adeline took a bit of pity on the Gryffindor, her tone gentle.Â
As much as he didnât want to admit defeat, Garreth nodded anyway. He was silent in the face of his failure; the resilience he usually carried was absent, and so was the mischievous sparkle in his eye.
There were no smug or snarky comments as they went their separate ways. Even though she hadnât voiced it, Addie had wanted it to work too. And so, the duo dejectedly snuck through the halls back to their respective common rooms.
~~~
It was bright when Adeline woke up, which wasnât strange. She was usually up with the sunrise to get a proper start to her day. What was strange was that her pillow was too soft beneath her head, the blankets too thick, she was too hot, and the voices bouncing off the dorm walls were masculine.
She shot up in bed, eyes wild as she looked around. Everything was red.
This wasnât her dorm.
âGarreth, mate, you alright?â Leander Prewett called out, realizing their final roommate had awoken. âHowâd the sneaky brewing go with Addie last night?â
Donât panic. They donât know. Play it cool and theyâll still think youâre Garreth. You can do this.
âIt went fine.â It was strange hearing Garrethâs voice when she was the one speaking. âThe potion didnât work. Iâm going to have to work on the ratios of the ingredients. So I uh â I have to goâŠâ
Leander and Eric Northcott stared as their friend and housemate booked it from their dorm still clad in his pajamas. Their gazes briefly met before they turned back to the door in almost perfect unison.
âWhatâs gotten into him?â
She heard them question her behavior as she left, but she had to find Garreth. The real Garreth in her body, so⊠herself? The rationale was too much for her sleep-addled, panicked brain to process as she made her way down the stairs from the Gryffindor common room.
~~~
Garreth laid in bed with his eyes still closed, feeling decently well rested considering how late he and Adeline had been up to brew his failure of a potion. It had been such a disappointment, to sneak back up to Gryffindor Tower having made himself look dumb in front of Adeline. There was a part of him that wanted to hide in his dorm all day to avoid the shame and defeat bubbling in his chest.
His internal debate ended when he felt a hand gently shake his shoulder. It was a rather small hand, too small to be Leander or Eric.Â
âAddie, if you donât wake up, youâll be late for breakfast.â
Garrethâs eyes shot open, and he was greeted by the sight of Samantha Dale standing over him.
Samantha Dale?
Oh.
Oh.
âUhm. Thanks, Samantha,â he spoke and Adelineâs voice came out.
He waited until the dorm was completely empty before rising from bed. He knew the looks heâd draw if he went to breakfast as Adeline in pajamas, and as he compared the two options, he decided on the latter. With his eyes locked on the rather bland wooden ceiling of the Ravenclaw seventh yearâs girls dorm, he managed to get dressed in a uniform. Once fully clothed, he allowed himself to look in a mirror, and straighten his tie.
He had to find Adeline. It was his sole objective as he made his way down from Ravenclaw Tower.
~~~
The Great Hall was usually lively in the mornings, and this morning was no different. At least it wasnât until Garreth Weasley entered in his pajamas. A hush fell over the room, but it was quickly filled again with whispers as students across houses began to talk about the Gryffindor wild child.
Adeline didnât notice her mistake until she saw Professor Weasley stalking towards her down the aisle between tables. Merlin, she had never seen the older woman so angry in her two years at this school. She let out a gasp as her favorite professor grabbed her by the ear and pulled her towards the back corridor of the room.
âGarreth Frederick Weasley, what in Merlinâs name made you think it was acceptable for you to come to breakfast in your pajamas? You are a seventh year! I know your parents taught you to dress yourself. Youâve dressed yourself every day when youâve been at this school. Why is today different?â
Professor Weasleyâs scolding was hushed but that didnât make it any less jarring and terrifying. In fact, the lack of attention she was drawing while she tore into who she thought was her nephew was the scariest part.
Adeline looked down at herself in the middle of Professor Weasleyâs lecture, and she felt her cheeks heat in embarrassment. She had been so preoccupied with getting out of the boysâ dorms that she had forgotten to put on presentable clothing.
âProfessor I can explainââ
âAdeline!â
Her plea was cut off by her own voice and she snapped her head over to see Garreth in her body. In a uniform. There was a small solace in seeing the panic she felt mirrored in his expression.
Had she not been so thrown off by how the morning had gone as a whole, she wouldâve interrogated Garreth to figure out just how he had managed to dress her body before coming to the Great Hall.
âAunt Matilda, I can explainââ
âMiss Redferne, while I can appreciate the relationship weâve developed over your years here, I hardly think itâs appropriate that you call me that. Iâm not your aunt, and while youâre a student, you will call me Professor Weasley.â The woman chided her nephew, though she had at least released Adeline when he had appeared.
âIâm not Adeline! Thatâs Adeline. Iâm Garreth.â
The professor looked between the two a few times, appearing on the verge of having an aneurism. The woman huffed a few times, and her mouth opened and closed without a word as she tried to wrap her head around what was going on in front of her.
Adeline Redferne, Hero of Hogwarts, was claiming to be her nephew.
Garreth Weasley, her nephew that she had known since his birth, was claiming to be Adeline.
âHow in Godric, Salazar, Rowena, and Helgaâs name did you two manage to pull this off?â Her tone was still lethally quiet when she regained the power of speech as she looked between the two in front of her.
âIt was my idea, Aunt Matilda. I had been doing some research and I thought I had figured out a way to make a potion where two people could swap places if they both drank it.â He explained the situation as he began to pace in the corridor. âThereâs a chance we were out past curfew to brew it, but I wonât confirm that. It didnât work when we drank it, and then I woke up in Adelineâs body this morning, and as you can see by the state of my body she woke up in mine.â
He took a moment from his explanation to look over at his friend with a smile meant to appease her.
âI got dressed staring at the ceiling. I swear Iâve kept my eyes to myself.â
Her shoulders slumped with relief, and the blush returned to her cheeks. Before she could open her mouth to explain that she hadnât intentionally left his dorm in his pajamas, he continued speaking to his aunt.
âI was hoping this would kick in and wear off faster than it presently has. I donât know how long weâre going to be stuck like this. Itâs a derivative of polyjuice, all the same ingredients, so it should only last up to twelve hours. The problem is we donât know how long it took between drinking the potion and switching bodies.â
Matilda Weasley watched as her nephew in her favorite studentâs body paced and explained. While she couldnât admit it out loud, she was rather impressed with how maturely the boy was handling this. Unfortunately, it had been quite a while since she studied anything related to potions this complicated. With a sigh, she transfigured the clothes Adeline was wearing into a Gryffindor uniform and looked between the two once more.
âYou will return to your tables, youâll sit and have breakfast, and then weâll go talk to Professor Sharp. Iâm sure heâll be able to help fix this. At the very least, perhaps heâll be able to provide some insight.â
The pair stood in front of her and nodded, one more relieved than the other at the idea of involving the potions professor.
âOh, Adeline dear. Iâm sorry. Is your ear alright? I wouldnât have grabbed you like that if I had known it was you in there.â
The head of Gryffindor house began to fuss, now that she knew who was currently residing in her nephewâs body.
Garreth couldnât hide the indignation on his face as he watched it.
âWhat? Now that you know thatâs not me, suddenly youâre sorry for pulling my body by my ear? Honestly, Aunt Matilda. Iâm nearly an adult, you canât pull my ear like that anymore.â
âThe only reason Iâm not pulling you by your ear now is because I donât want it to still hurt when you two end up in the right body again.â
The older woman smiled tersely at her nephew before shooing the pair off. They all returned to where they were expected to sit to attempt to enjoy their breakfast before they worked to fix the potion mishap.
~~~
The two attempted potions prodigies stood in front of Aesop Sharp, tails tucked between their legs, while he lectured them on their behavior the night before.
Adelineâs eyes were focused on his desk, an attempt to avoid eye contact. It wasnât the first time she had gotten on his bad side, and she was sure it wouldnât be the last; even with only a few months left of her schooling at Hogwarts.
She spared a glance over at Garreth who was looking the professor in the eyes, occasionally nodding as the older man spoke.
Unfortunately for the both of them, the professor didnât have any suggestions other than waiting it out, as that was how polyjuice wore off.
For the second time in just as many days, the pair left the potions classroom feeling dejected. Due to the experimental nature of the potion they had consumed, it was recommended that they waited for the effects to wear off in the hospital wing. This way, in case there were any adverse effects, they would already be in Nurse Blaineyâs care. They were given cots beside each other, but the hospital wing remained as silent as it was when they had arrived.
âWhat if we both take a nap?â Adeline suggested after staring at the ceiling for what had felt like hours.
Her head turned to look at her own body laying in the cot beside her, meeting her own blue eyes.
âThat seemed to be the trigger last night. We went to sleep and woke up as each other. Maybe, if we go back to sleep, weâll wake up in the right body again,â she continued, her eyes growing wider as she continued to rationalize it.
âSleep canât hurt anything. The only problem is Iâm not tired, and if I lay here trying to sleep then Iâll feel too pressured to sleep.â
Garreth paused, his head tilted to the side as he tried to recall the lesson on polyjuice in their Advanced Potion Making textbook. If there were any adverse reactions, it would be listed in there. Since he had been the only levelheaded one when they first woke up, they only had Adelineâs bag with them. However, since the two were in the same potions class, it didnât matter whose textbook he looked at.Â
He dug into her bag, pulling out the familiar tome and swiftly flipping through the pages until he found the section he needed. Eagerly, his finger traced along the words on the page. He was looking for a specific word to clue him in, and when he found it a sound of excitement left his lips.
âWe can have dreamless sleep!â
He leapt from the bed and his feet clapped against the floor as he hurried to Nurse Blaineyâs quarters.
His raised voice had already drawn the womanâs attention and she opened her door before he had a chance to knock. After explaining their theory and subsequent findings, the nurse agreed to give them each a dose of dreamless sleep to test it.
The last thing Adeline remembered before the potion lured her to unconsciousness was Garreth telling her to have sweet dreams. Fortunately for him, she was too far gone to call him a moron.
~~~
The light was warm and golden when Adeline finally opened her eyes again. Her stomach rumbled, and she could only assume they had slept the entire afternoon away. She stared at the wooden, cathedralesque ceiling as she gathered the courage to look around and confirm whether or not the sleep theory had been correct.
She spent five minutes internally building herself up before she turned her head to the right.
The bed was empty.
With a gasp, she shot up in the cot and looked around the room. Her answer was on the bed to her left.
Lying peacefully in his own body was Garreth Weasley. His messy red hair spread on the pillowcase like scattered autumn leaves. She watched his chest rise and fall and there was a small smile on her lips. It was the quietest he had ever been in the two years she had known him.
Her train of thought was derailed when the large doors to the hospital wing opened. When she looked up, her eyes landed on both Professor Weasley and Professor Sharp. The former was carrying food which caused her stomach to once again voice its frustration with only getting breakfast that morning.
âWhich one are you?â The potions professorâs low voice bounced off the walls.
âIâm myself. Adeline.â She answered him with a relieved smile before she turned her gaze to the other woman. âPlease tell me thatâs dinner. Iâm so hungry I could eat a graphorn.â
The older woman chuckled as she handed the Ravenclaw a full plate. Her gaze shifted to her nephew, affectionate as she watched him breathe.
âThat child could sleep through a stampede of them,â she murmured affectionately.
She gently leaned down and shook his shoulder, holding the plate close to his face, to attempt to lure him into the land of the living.
The redhead awoke with a soft grumble, but his drowsiness was short lived. He slowly sat and rubbed at his eyes, not yet taking the plate from his aunt. As he took in his surroundings, he realized he saw Adeline. In the blink of an eye, he leapt to his feet and wrapped his friend in a tight hug.
âOh Godric Iâm so glad it worked,â he breathed, low enough that Adeline was the only one who heard him.
The moment came to an abrupt halt when they heard Professor Sharp clearing his throat. Just as swiftly as he had picked her up, Garreth set Adeline down. The two students turned to face both professors, now with the decency to look sheepish about their actions the night before.
âMister Weasley, I have already forbidden you from using the potions classroom for your extra curricular activities. You arenât supposed to set foot in there unless it is your scheduled class time, or Iâm there to supervise your after hours assignment work.â
The former aurorâs gaze moved from his problem student to the Ravenclaw that he really should have considered to be an accomplice much sooner than now.
âAnd now, Miss Redferne, youâll be subjected to the same restrictions. I donât want either of you to set foot in my classroom unless I can keep an eye on you. Furthermore, youâll both be getting detention for this stunt. I have quite a few cauldrons that need to be cleaned, and if you run out of those, I have no issues if any other professor needs assistance.â
The pair apologized and confirmed they understood in unison. Thankfully, Professor Weasley didnât have much to say about the situation before sending them on their way to their dorms for the evening.
They were silent until they made it to the landing of the staircase that led to the hospital wing. Garreth knew he needed to apologize for dragging her into his mess. It was something that couldâve been avoided if he hadnât been so stubborn.
âIâm sorry that you also got booted from potions after hours, Addie. I genuinely thought this was going to turn out differently.â
The genuine tone of his voice made her chest feel funny. It was close to how it had felt when she realized that they had returned to their own bodies; when she had laid eyes on Garreth, asleep in his cot, and knew she was looking at him. She didnât even hesitate to offer a solution to their now shared problem.
âItâs alright Garreth. I may have somewhere we can brew potions away from SharpâŠâ
okay I just imagine mc phoning it in in her divination class being like I'll see a handsome man playing with our three children in a large back yard bla bla bla and years later seeing the same thing with sebastian and being like hun whatda know.
bonus points if they are mad because they should of gotten a better grade
HELLO!
When I say I cackled writing this, I mean it.
This was so much fun to think about and write, THANK YOU very, very much for the cute, light-hearted prompt and letting me write your idea!
I hope it makes you smile!
Word count: ~3800
This Wasn't In My Five Year Plan
She had long since decided that Divination was a load of absolute bollocks.
That opinion had not changed in the two years sheâd suffered through the subject, and it certainly wasnât changing now, as she sat in the sweltering, incense-filled tower classroom, staring into a scrying mirror that refused to show her anything more exciting than her own increasingly irritated reflection.
The only thing that made this torment even remotely bearable was that Sebastian was equally as miserable.
He sat across from her, elbow propped on the table, chin in hand, gazing into his own mirror with a half-lidded expression of utter disinterest. His wand tapped lazily against the wooden surface, the rhythmic thudding just quiet enough to avoid Professor Onaiâs attention but loud enough to let his Divination partner know that he was at his limit.
âWe should have taken Ancient Runes.â She muttered, scowling at her mirror.
Sebastian snorted. âIâd rather swallow a live doxy.â
âDoxy venom is toxic.â
âExactly.â
She smirked despite herself, but her irritation returned as Onaiâs soft voice cut through the hazy air.
âNow.â Their professor intoned, drifting between the rows of students. âAs you gaze into the mirror, allow the vision to come naturally. Do not force it. The truth will reveal itself in time.â
She bit her tongue to stop herself from blurting out something deeply unkind to Natty's mother.
She stole a glance at Sebastian, who caught her eye and immediately exaggerated his movements - rolling his shoulders back, puffing out his chest, waving his fingers over his mirror as though he were about to summon a grand revelation.
She snorted, kicking him under the table. He barely stifled his grunt.
âFocus, Mister Sallow,â Onai instructed without even looking at them.
She sighed and propped her chin on her hand, staring blankly into the mirror again.
Feeding off Sebastian's immature energy, she decided to play along.
With an exaggerated sigh, she leaned forward, placing both hands on the mirrorâs frame, her voice adopting a dramatic, ethereal quality.
âOh, I see a handsome man.â She divined theatrically. âHeâs outside in a lush, green backyard, playing with - oh, whatâs this? Three children? Oh, how picturesque!â
Sebastian snorted beside her.
Professor Onai exhaled sharply through her nose but paused and regarded the spectacle with an unimpressed arch of her brow.
Emboldened, she continued. âYes, yes, I see it now. Itâs all very romantic. Thereâs a house, and the sun is shining, and heâs just so devastatingly handsome -â
And then, quite suddenly, something shifted.
The mirrorâs surface rippled like disturbed water, and her words died in her throat as the teasing, hazy image sheâd been pretending to see became something real.
She didnât mean to, but she leaned closer, breath catching as the vision came into focus.
The backyard was real.
The children were real.
The summer warmth, the laughter, it was all so vivid. And the manâŠ
She couldnât see his face.
There was something blocking it, something her mind refused to process. She could see the dark hair, the way he moved, the way he felt so familiar, but her brain refused to give her the final piece.
She reeled backward like sheâd been burned.
The mirror stilled, and the vision was gone.
Sebastian, unaware of her momentary existential crisis, let out a low whistle. âThree kids? Planning for a rather fertile future, are we?â
She blinked at him, still disoriented, her heart pounding unreasonably fast.
âI -â She swallowed thickly. âI was joking.â
Sebastian smirked. âDid you see who the handsome mystery man was? Or shall I assume it was me?â
She choked on her own spit.
He grinned, smug, leaning forward on his elbows. âWell, I am handsome.â
Her brain was short-circuiting. No thoughts. Just panic.
âIt wasnât - it wasnât you!â She sputtered, face burning.
His smirk only widened. âYou hesitated.â
She gaped up at him, completely and utterly scandalized. âI - fuck off, Sebastian!â
Several students turned to stare.
Onai sighed deeply.
âThat will be detention.â
She let out a strangled noise of frustration and slammed her forehead onto the desk.
Sebastian, completely unbothered, was still grinning.
She spent the rest of the lesson glowering into her mirror, refusing to so much as glance at Sebastian.
Not that it stopped him from staring at her.
He was still smirking, still far too pleased with himself, lounging in his chair like the absolute menace that he was. She could feel his gaze burning into the side of her face, waiting for her to crack, to react, to give him something he could use to wind her up even more.
She would not.
She was a pillar of self-control.
A paragon of restraint.
Except for the fact that her face still felt hot and her pulse still hadnât settled since her actual vision had so rudely forced itself into existence.
Because thatâs what it was. A vision.
Not some fabricated nonsense she'd conjured to mock the class.
Sheâd seen something real.
And the fact that she hadnât seen his face - that was the worst part.
Her brain had blocked it out.
She hadnât been able to see him clearly, but the rest had been so vivid - the feeling of happiness.
Of belonging.
And she knew the man had been familiar.
Too familiar.
So familiar, in fact, that her subconscious had refused to process it.
And that was terrifying.
Because if she couldnât even admit to herself who it had beenâŠ
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to will away the spiraling mess of her thoughts.
It doesnât matter. It was just a vision. Doesnât mean itâs real. Futures aren't even set in stone - I can just be a bog hermit and not get married at all...
She inhaled through her nose and exhaled through her mouth.
You are fine. Everything is fine. You are not losing your mind over this.
She finally opened her eyes, feeling slightly more composed -
Only to find Sebastian still watching her.
Her composure shattered instantly.
âWhy are you looking at me like that?!â She hissed, whipping her head toward him.
Sebastian blinked, all innocence. âLike what?â
âLike that!â She gestured wildly at his entire smug existence.
He grinned. âOh, you mean like Iâm wondering why youâre so flustered over a vision about a handsome man and three children?â
Her eye twitched.
âI am not flustered.â
Sebastian tilted his head, humming, unconvinced. âCouldâve fooled me.â
She let out a slow breath.
Do not commit a murder in the middle of class. That would be frowned upon.
But he wasnât letting it go.
âSoâŠâ He continued, clearly enjoying himself, âif it wasnât me, then who was it?â
Her mouth opened, then closed like a gaping fish.
She had absolutely nothing, which only made his grin widen.
âIt was no one.â She snapped, crossing her arms. âIt was vague and indistinct and meaningless.â
Sebastian raised an eyebrow. âDidnât sound vague.â
She clenched her jaw. âIt was.â
He tilted his head, feigning deep thought. âFunny. Because you sounded very sure about the whole âthree children, idyllic backyard, devastatingly handsome husbandâ thing.â
Her face was on fire.
âI was mocking the process, Sebastian.â
He nodded sagely. âRight. And in the process, you happened to have a vision about your future family.â
âI swear to Merlin.â She seethed, gripping the edge of the desk so hard she thought she might snap the wood.
âDo you think I was in it, and thatâs why you panicked?â He asked, tone far too casual, his grin positively wicked.
âI did not panic!â
âOh, you definitely panicked.â
âI hate you â She hissed, her face burning.
âYou hesitated, love.â
âFuck off, Sallow!â
Onai sighed from across the room.
âThat will be another detention.â
She groaned, slumping forward onto the desk.
Sebastian, meanwhile, was grinning like heâd won the House Cup.
-
Later that evening, she sat in an empty classroom, aggressively polishing the already-pristine wood of the student desks, her muttering just barely audible.
Sebastian, sitting his ass on the desk next to the one she was polishing, was watching her with the same amusement that he had been all day.
âShouldnât you be doing something?â She snapped, glaring at him.
He grinned, stretching out lazily. âI am. Iâm enjoying the sight of you suffering.â
She threw her rag at him.
He caught it effortlessly before tossing it onto another desk.
âHonestly, you brought this upon yourself.â He said, tutting. âSwearing in class? Such reckless behavior.â
She narrowed her eyes. âYou deliberately provoked me.â
He placed a dramatic hand over his heart. âMe? I would never.â
She scowled, resuming her furious scrubbing.
Sebastian watched her for another moment, his smirk softening slightly as he tilted his head. âYou are flustered, though.â
She froze, her grip tightening on the rag.
Sebastian slid off the desk, stepping closer, his voice lower now. âYou saw something, didnât you?â
She said nothing.
His voice was quieter now, more thoughtful. âSomething real. Something youâre afraid to admit.â
She positively glowered at him.
Sebastian exhaled, running a hand through his hair. âYou know, for someone who hates Divination, youâre taking this very seriously.â
She turned slowly, glaring up at him. âI donât take it seriously.â
He studied her for a moment, then let out a low chuckle, shaking his head.
âSure.â He practically sang. âWhatever you say.â
-
She was going to murder Sebastian Sallow.
Slowly.
Painfully.
Possibly with the very rag she was still clutching in her hands.
Her knuckles were white around it as she violently scrubbed at the already gleaming surface of the desk, trying - and failing - to ignore the smug bastard still very much present in her detention.
He wasnât even pretending to help her clean anymore.
No, Sebastian had made himself perfectly comfortable on a desk, legs stretched out in front of him, arms folded across his chest, watching her with a lazy, insufferable smirk.
Watching.
Waiting.
Baiting.
And she knew exactly what he was waiting for.
âDo you ever just⊠stop?â She snapped, finally slamming the rag down onto the desk and whirling to face him.
Sebastian raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence once more. âStop what, exactly?â
She narrowed her eyes, fists clenching at her sides. âThe bloody harping.â
His grin widened. âHarping? I wouldnât call it harping -â
âOh, I would.â She shot back, stepping closer, jabbing a finger in his direction. âAll day, Sebastian. Youâve been on about this all bloody day.â
âWell, excuse me for having a healthy sense of curiosity!â
âNo, no. Curiosity is fine. A bit of teasing? Fine. But this?â She gestured wildly between them. âThis is obsession.â
Sebastian rolled his eyes. âOh, come on, it's just a bit of teasing.â
âNo, seriously.â She continued, her hands landing on her hips as she fixed him with a glare. âWhy are you so invested in this? Why do you care so much about what I saw?â
He opened his mouth - probably to deflect with more of his usual smarmy nonsense - but she wasnât having it. Not today.
She pointed at him again, her voice rising. âWhy does it matter if I saw some hypothetical handsome man playing with some hypothetical children in some hypothetical backyard?â
Sebastianâs smirk faltered.
She scoffed, folding her arms.
âWhat, are you actually worried you werenât in it?â She let out a laugh.
That was supposed to shut him up.
That was supposed to win the argument.
Instead, something in Sebastianâs face shifted.
The smirk disappeared entirely.
The humor drained from his features.
Brown eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, he looked like he might say something flippant - joking, like he always did. But then, instead of the expected snark, he leaned forward, bracing his hands on the desk on either side of her, his gaze unyielding.
âIt better be me.â
The words alone knocked the wind out of her.
She blinked, her brain screeching to a halt. âWhat -â
âIt better be me you saw.â Sebastian repeated, his voice lower now. âBecause I swear, I will make sure of it.â
Sebastian stood up straighter, towering over her.
She should move.
She should say something.
She should hex him, or shove him, or at the very least breathe.
But all she could do was stare up at him, her entire body locked in place, pulse frantic.
She could feel the warmth of his body, close enough that if she leaned forward just a fraction⊠just a littleâŠ
No.
âSebastianâŠâ She started, but her voice betrayed her - breathless; unsteady.
He tilted his head, his gaze flicking between her eyes, her mouth. âYes, darling?â
Oh, fuck him.
She scowled, forcing herself to glare up at him, to fight whatever the hell this was. âYouâre taking this joke too far.â
âNo.â He replied simply. âFor once, Iâm not.â
His hand came up to rest on the side of her face.
âYou canât just decide that itâs you.â She snapped, willing her voice to stay steady.
His smirk returned. âCanât I?â
âNo, you canât.â She hissed. âThatâs not how this works, Sallow.â
âWellâŠâ He said, his voice deceptively soft, âIt is now.â
And then, without warning, he leaned in further, just enough that she felt his breath hot on her cheek, and his lips grazed the shell of her ear when he spoke next.
âBecause no one else will do for you besides me.â
And she forgot how to function.
Her brain ceased all operation.
She needed to leave.
Immediately.
She shoved him - hard, hands flat against his chest. Not because she was angry (though she wanted to pretend she was), but because if she didnât, she was going to do something monumentally stupid.
Sebastian barely budged, but he let her push him away.
And the bastard - the absolute bastard - just smiled.
She gaped incredulously at him, her face burning, her heart pounding, and he had the audacity to look proud of himself.
âYou!â
âMe?â He asked, grinning.
âI hate you.â
âNo, you donât.â
âI do.â
âYou really donât.â
She made a furious, inarticulate noise and turned on her heel, storming toward the door before she hexed him into next week.
âI refuse to engage with this any longer.â
âSee you in my backyard, dear.â He called after her, amused.
She flipped him off over her shoulder and slammed the door behind her.
-
She was a witch of great patience.
A remarkable level of patience, really.
But even she had her limits.
And Sebastian bloody Sallow was pushing every single one of them.
From the moment she stepped into the Great Hall the next morning, he had not stopped.
He was waiting for her - because of course, he was - lounging lazily at the Slytherin table with his usual air of self-satisfaction, already grinning like he had been expecting her to walk in just so he could ruin her morning.
The moment their eyes met, he lifted his goblet in a slow, mocking toast. âMorning, darling.â
Her eye twitched.
She turned sharply toward her own table, determined to ignore him, but he did not allow that to happen.
âOh, donât run off now.â He called, loud enough for nearby students to turn and look. âWhat, afraid to sit with your future husband?â
She choked.
Sebastian just smirked.
Nearby, Imelda Reyes spat out her juice.
She took a slow, deep breath.
You will not kill him. You will not cause a scene. That is what he wants.
She should have walked away.
Instead, her feet carried her straight toward him.
Sebastianâs smirk widened as she approached, leaning back with mock innocence.
âWhatâs this?â He mused as she came to a stop beside him. âComing to talk about our future, love? How soon do you want the wedding? I suppose we should get started on those three children sooner rather than later -â
She clamped a hand over his mouth.
A mistake. A terrible mistake.
Because Sebastian Sallow had the audacity, the unmitigated gall, to press a slow, deliberate kiss to the center of her palm.
With tongue.
She yanked her hand back, mortified.
âOh, darling.â He sighed, placing a hand dramatically over his heart. âI know youâre eager, but please, contain yourself.â
âSebastian.â She growled. âI will end you.â
âBut why, love?â He asked, looking far too pleased with himself. âIâm just trying to plan our future.â
âYou donât have a future.â She snapped. âNot if you keep talking.â
âSee, I disagree.â He continued, completely unfazed. âBecause youâve already seen it.â
He tapped his temple, smirking.
She blanched.
Sebastian leaned forward, resting his chin on his palm, his grin turning downright wicked. âSay, love, if weâre having three children, do you think theyâll all be as devastatingly attractive as us, or will our good looks compound?â
She whispered his name in low warning to quit while he still had a tongue to wag.
âBecause personallyâŠâ He continued, not stopping, âI think at least one will inherit your hair but my -â
She grabbed him by the collar and kissed him roughly.
It wasnât some hasty, desperate thing done simply to shut him up - though, Merlin knew, that was a massive perk.
Sebastian froze for half a second before making a low, pleased sound in his throat and promptly melting into it, his hands sliding up to grip her waist, fingers gripping the fabric of her robes and holding on for dear life.
She kissed him like she had already decided.
Like the future he was so smugly certain of was real, and she was finally just letting him know it.
Someone definitely gasped. There was a clatter of a dropped fork behind them.
By the time she pulled away, Sebastian was stunned silent for the first time in his entire life.
His eyes were wide, pupils blown, breath unsteady.
She smirked and leaned in, her voice low in his ear. âShut up now, Sallow, while I'm still of a mind to leave you with your ability to give me those three kids.â
And with that, she turned on her heel and strode away.
Sebastian sat there, blinking.
Processing.
His brain was empty, blood having gone somewhere south.
He finally exhaled, running a shaky hand through his hair, still mildly shell-shocked.
âYeahâŠâ He muttered in a daze but still deeply, deeply smug. âThatâs definitely my wife.â
-
The air was warm and mingling with the scent of sun-warmed grass and the faint perfume of wildflowers blooming along the garden fence. A light breeze rustled the leaves in the trees, and the day was truly blissful.
She stood on the back porch, arms crossed, watching him.
Sebastian was in the yard, effortlessly entertaining three unruly children, laughter spilling through the garden. Eleanor and Oliver had wrestled him into the grass, determined to subdue him, while little Thomas tottered toward the chaos, gripping a half-eaten biscuit like a weapon.
The moment the toddler reached them, Sebastian turned, scooping him up with ease and tossing him into the air. Thomas shrieked in delight, kicking his legs wildly before being caught and swung onto Sebastianâs back, clinging to his shirt like a bowtruckle.
Warmth settled in her chest as she observed her darling family.
It wasnât just the scene before her. It was the rightness of it.
She had seen this before.
Not exactly - there had been no names, no details, no certainty. But the warmth, the ease, the sound of their children laughing, the light and love drenching the gardenâŠ
She had seen it.
She had mocked it.
And yet, there it all was.
Sebastian must have noticed her watching because he turned his head, catching her eye with a wink and a lopsided grin.
She tilted her head, narrowing her eyes as realization settled over her.
Sebastian, ever attuned to her moods, raised a brow. âWhat?â
She shool her head as she took a sip of her lemonade. âNothing. Just remembering something stupid.â
He rolled his eyes and turned back to the children, but she knew he wouldnât let it go.
And, predictably, the moment he managed to escape the clutches of their giggling horde, he was making his way toward her, shaking bits of grass from his hair like a dog.
She leaned against the railing, waiting.
Sebastian reached her, placing his hands on either side of her as he leaned in, crowding into her space.
âAlright, spit it out.â He demanded, warm as ever. âWhat were you thinking about just now? And I do mean besides how you're just chomping at the bit for a fourth.â
She hummed, taking another coy sip of lemonade.
That was true, of course. A fourth, certainly. And a fifth, sixth, and tenth.
But ultimately, not the point of her musings.
âOh, nothing much. Just a vision I had once.â
His brows lifted slightly, curiosity flickering in his eyes. âA vision?â
âMhm.â She swirled the glass in her hand, enjoying drawing it out. âDivination. You remember our twinned suffering?â
Sebastian snorted. âVividly. Onai gave you detention constantly.â
âWellâŠâ She said, eyeing him. âOne time, I looked into a scrying mirror, and I saw a handsome man playing with three children in a large backyard.â
Sebastian blinked, the words sinking in.
Then -
âOh, fuck off.â He breathed, eyes widening.
She beamed.
Sebastian groaned, pressing his forehead against her shoulder. âNo.â
âOh, yes.â
He tilted his head up, eyes alight with amusement.
âYou mean to tell meâŠâ He began slowly, âthat after all that mocking, after two full years of calling Divination absolute bollocks, you saw this?â
She shrugged. âApparently.â
Sebastian exhaled dramatically, running a hand through his hair before pinning her with a dry look. âI told you it was me.â
She rolled her eyes. âYou were insufferable about it.â
âAnd right!â He pointed out, smug as ever. âYou divined our future, Mrs. Sallow.â
She wrinkled her nose. âUgh, donât say it like that.â
âWhat? Like the truth?â He grinned, leaning in even closer, his nose nearly brushing hers. âDidn't need to consult a Seer to know you wanted me.â
She groaned, shoving him back playfully. âThis is why I didnât want to tell you.â
Sebastian caught her wrist before she could pull away, tugging her flush against him.
âToo late, love.â He murmured, his smirk turning softer now.
She sighed, exasperated but fond, pressing her forehead to his. âI love you.â
âLikewise.â He whispered before kissing her, slow and easy and wholly deaf to the protests of their only daughter who had the immense misfortune to look up at the porch just then.
When she pulled back, her lips curved into a dazed smile. âMaybe I deserved a better grade in Divination after all.â
Sebastian laughed, his arms tightening around her. âIâll be sure to inform Onai at the next alumni event.â
But he was already laughing, already dipping and kissing her again, already pulling her back into the future she had never believed in.
âDonât you dare.â
Maybe there was something to Divination after all.
Omg I love this! Tysm for the tag @lilac-ravenclaw Finally a Christmas Picrew! ÊâĄÉ
Well, Loraine never celebrated Christmas so this year will be very special for her. The jumper was a joke that Fig wanted to give her, as these kind of jumpers are usually âuglyâ for everyone, but she liked it so much that she didn't want to take it off!
Of course she is having a cup of hot chocolate in the morning and as a fun fact. When he bought her the jumper he wanted it to have a deer on it, as he affectionately calls Loraine âdoeâ. The closest thing was a reindeer, so he decided to get that one.
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Hereâs Elsie ready to exchange gifts with her friends.
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I decided to show off Delphineâs comfortable holiday spirit. Sheâs ready to spend the evening wrapping gifts for her friends. She could use magic but she thinks itâs more personal without it.
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When only one person knows a name, how long till it disappears?
A second installment to this fic
Ominis Gaunt, Sebastian Sallow, and an Anonymous F!MC
Warnings: Mentions of death, angst, maybe a pinch of comfort if you squint
Word Count: 1.4k
Ominis Gaunt knew many things about many of his classmates. Being blind came with its benefits, one of them being people tended to think him deaf as well; though he was quite the opposite.
His silence allowed for the noises and gossip of others to be heard and made memorable.
However, there was one student in particular that stood apart from the crowd. Outside the gathering of the masses and the events of life. Fluent in being unwanted and forgotten.
The only thing Ominis knew about her was the sound of her voice and the feel of her name as it took shape in his mouth and slipped off his tongue.
Sometimes it seemed as if he was the only one who knew what it felt like to shape her name the way it sounds. Well, sounded.
Never the feel of her skin or the texture of her hair. The occasional whiff of her scent would pass him by, though never lingering long enough to commit to memory. And the pattern of her footsteps was easily drowned out by their much heavier footed peers.
She stood outside the room that life took place in, even more so now that she had passed from the mortal world that had never acknowledged her.
Only in death had they known of her, and they knew only what she had done for them but never who she was. They knew her sacrifice but not her life.
Wilted flowers adorned the pedestal on which they placed her. A plaque reading an empty title, another excuse not to dig around searching for the name that died with her.
It didnât take long after the start of their sixth year for people to slowly forget about the statue and the girl behind it. Allowing it to blend into the background and become a closer mirror of its personification.
She stood gallantly, protecting the school and the world that hadnât ever welcomed her, her fate permanently set into eroding stone.
Her wand had been broken out of her hand, underclassmen thinking themselves impressive to have a replica of the Wand that Saved Hogwarts.
The only person who ever visited the statue anymore was a young man, though his face never turned up to hers. He would sit in silence at her feet, as they so often did before her demise.
Ominis Gaunt, the only person who remembered her. The only one who knew her name.
They used to sit silently and work on assignments together, never speaking much but understanding each other without the use of words.
The blond boy continued this tradition, sitting quietly at the foot of her statue and working silently in her protective atmosphere.
There had been times in the beginning where the temperature would drop and the air would grow still, times when the world seemed to remember what it had lost and was grieving with him. Times when the earth itself wept for her.
Time continued to pass, leaving her further and further behind. The further it went without her the more foreign her name felt in his mouth or in his thoughts; to the point he wasnât sure if it was the correct shape anymore.
â â â
Sitting in the quiet chill of the Slytherin common room, listening to the solemn sounds of the lake out the window, familiar footsteps approached the armchair occupied by a blond boy; eyes closed and ears perked.
âSebastian.â A one word greeting to his longtime friend.
âCan I sit?â Sebastianâs tone wasnât as cheerful or confident as it used to be.
Ominis simply nodded his head once and Sebastian took a seat in the armchair across from his melancholic friend.
Even without the use of his eyes he knew that the brunet before him was nervously playing with his hands.
âQuit picking,â he nudged Sebastianâs leg with his foot, âitâs a bad habit.â
âRight.â
There was silence between the two boys before a quirked eyebrow from Ominis urged Sebastian to spit out whatever was on his mind.
âIâve been⊠thinking about herâ at those words, Ominis froze. There had been no mention of their fallen friend since her passing. âAnd I know you spend the occasional afternoonâŠâ
The words coming out of Sebastianâs mouth fell on deaf ears. Jaw clenched as he thought of her. Someone he knew so much and so little about, someone who sacrificed her own life to save a world that didnât even bother to recover her body.
Grief fueled the anger that rose in his chest. âEnough!â He snapped at his friend. âI am not discussing her with you.â
âWhat? Why not?â Sebastian was taken aback, feelings slightly hurt by the aggression of his best friendâs tone.
âBecause why now? Sheâs been gone for almost a year. Has your guilt finally caught up with you? Sebastian, you couldnât have cared less about her when she was alive and youâve never once brought her up since she died. So why now?â
He knew his words were unnecessarily harsh, but it was the truth.
âI- Iâm sorryâ
âDonât. Donât you dare.â
âOminis-â Sebastianâs voice was small and uncharacteristically solemn.
âDid you know you were the last person to speak to her before she died?â
That caught him off guard.
âWhat? No. I hadnât even seen her for months before the memorial at the end of the year.â
Ominis sighed, shaking his head.
âWhen was it that Fig disappeared?â
Oh
Sebastianâs demeanor fell, the weight of his realization bringing his face down into his hands.
âJust after Christmas break. Merlin.â
His voice cracked but Ominis hadnât stayed long enough to hear it; Deciding he no longer wanted to be the one to nurse Sebastianâs antiquated sense of guilt and self shame.
â â â
The seasons continued to change with no regard for the suffering time brought.
Snow blanketed the castle grounds the same way it had that fateful day the year before. Students celebrated the cheer that usually accompanied the holiday season. Hogwarts was ablaze with decorations, enchanted snowflakes, and the joyful scents that came with the season.
The illusion of cheer around every corner.
Laughter filled the halls, everyone seemed to be in bright spirits; except one.
âOminis?â
The blond turned his ear towards the footsteps that crunched in the snow.
They stopped a few feet shy from the boy.
âI thought Iâd find you here.â
âWhat do you want, Sebastian?â
âItâs cold out. I brought hot cocoaâ
An arm outstretched towards Ominis, holding a warm mug. âCan I sit?â
âIâm not going to stop you, andâŠthank you.â The boy grabbed the mug from his friend, who brushed the snow off the base of her pedestal.
âThis was her favorite drink. I know at least that much.â Ominis listened to the soft voice of his dearest friend, hearing him set down a second mug down next to the statues feet before plopping down next to the blind boy.
A small smile crossed his lips at Sebastianâs words combined with the gesture.
Ominis turned his face up to the snow that began to fall, âand she hated the snow, didnât like how it made her shoes soggy and that she could never seem to get warm enough.â His words were laced with a bittersweet tenderness. âSheâd probably be so upset that she died in the midst of deep winter. Or sheâd say that it was rather fitting.â
The two chatted lightly, small things they could remember about her though they were few.
Sebastian turned his face up to the slowly eroding one on the statue, his brows furrowed. A question that had nagged at him since he first heard of her passing.
âOminis,â Sebastian hesitated, ââŠwhat was her name?â, he was almost afraid of whatever answer the boy would give.
Ominisâ face fell, pain dancing across his pale features before he slowly opened his mouth.
âI.. I donât... I donât know. I canât rememberâ
The words broke his heart to say. And maybe Sebastian had been right; not knowing her name in the first place would have been much less painful than having it torn from his memories the same way she was torn from him.
Her name no longer had a shape, if it had even held one to begin with. The Hero of Hogwarts was well and truly gone, her name joining her in the unmarked grave where she fell. The rubble of a forgotten tomb would forever house the remains of a forgotten girl.
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Got a nice little snippet of my long angst fic below the cut. I have watched an ungodly amount of play through content on YouTube to get quest dialogue correct. I have no idea when there will be enough of it for me to be ready to post.
Nurse Blainey had been kind enough - at Professor Weasleyâs strong suggestion - to aid her to the Great Hall for the memorial they were hosting for Professor Fig. She was still in rough shape, visually at least. It turns out wounds caused by the Ancient Magic that coursed through her veins werenât as easily healed as other ailments. A small table and set of chairs had been transfigured so Delphine could sit and observe without the gaze of all of her fellow students on her. She had insisted on this, she wanted her mentor to get the recognition he deserved. Saving the school and stopping Ranrok wouldnât have been possible without him, and she hadnât wanted to distract anyone with her appearance when all the attention should be on the beloved Professor.
The Hero of Hogwarts - who hated the moniker - could physically feel the rage filling her body as Headmaster Black spoke about Professor Fig. It was so vague, so detached. It wasnât doing anything to properly honor his memory or his sacrifice for this school. Her leg started bouncing with the urge to practically charge the stage and either take over or risk her health over trying to get Black to simply not be an absolute aloof, arrogant prick for once. Thankfully, Matilda Weasley approached the lectern instead.
âProfessor Fig represented the best of all of us. He could be deviously clever. Possessed a brilliantly inquisitive mind, and was the most loyal of friends. But perhaps it was his remarkable courage for which we will all be forever indebted to him. If not for Professor Fig â Well, I can say with confidence that if not for him, many of us - let alone Hogwarts - would not be here today. Those that knew him best,â Delphine caught the Professorâs eye as she said this, âwill agree that we must now honor him as only Hogwarts can - by wisely, resourcefully, justly, and bravely facing all that lies ahead.â
Her vision blurred, and she quickly blinked the tears away, not caring that it meant they would be falling down her cheeks. She watched as Headmaster Black stepped forward once again and raised his goblet.
âTo Professor Fig!â
She had to bite back a sob as she watched every other Professor stand and raise their own glass. The students followed suit and raised a sea of goblets in the air to honor her mentor and their professor. Her friend. Her own hands were shaking too much to attempt to join the toast, but the nurse beside her had, and she figured that would be enough.
Before the rest of the students were dismissed, Blainey escorted her charge back up to the hospital wing so they wouldnât have to deal with the large crowd that would be leaving.
